Tired of using the eraser
More than this pencil
And coffee to stimulate myself
Wanting to bring something into existence
At the Devil’s hour
Here I am
Insomniac
Surrounded by my own thoughts
Resonating through the cacophony of nothingness
With open eyes
No sign of sleep
I must finish this work
I must finish creating
Something
Anything
Perhaps it’s imperfect
I don’t care
Just need something to fall into
A dream to live ; to cure my sleeplessness
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Done at last
Looks weird but will do for now
Let’s see where tonight’s dream takes me
Let me close these eyes in dark
Let me open my being to a new light
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Where am I ?
Who brought me here ?